Always Been So Proud

Gia Derza guides her stepmother Joanna Angel through the soft-lit parlor, fingertips skimming over each table like she's counting blessings. She offers the first massage—quiet gratitude in the request—and Joanna hesitates, flushed, before letting her robe fall. Gia starts slow, spreading warmed oil over the small of her back, but the moment Joanna sighs her shoulders drop lower and her confessions spill out. Pride. Wistful wishes for more nerve. Gia listens, then slides forward; her lips find the nape of Joanna's neck, and pressure turns into a kiss that lingers. Fingers move lower, past the proper edges, coaxing oil between open thighs. Joanna's gasp melts into approval, hips pushing back, and soon mouths meet between legs, tongues slick with oil and heat. They trade hungry licks, bodies gleaming, gratitude burning into something hotter until both women lose whatever distance they once claimed.